Story 22
He came to tame the garden.
She decided to tame him instead.
Matt is twenty, ambitious, and trying to build something of his own. Landscaping isn’t glamorous, but it pays the bills-until one job changes everything. The house belongs to Lisa, his friend’s mother. Recently divorced. Stunning. And very aware of exactly who’s standing on her doorstep.
Lisa isn’t looking for romance. She’s looking for distraction. Control. Fun.
And the moment Matt walks inside, the air shifts.
What starts as polite conversation turns into charged glances, lingering touches, and a temptation neither of them bothers to resist. She knows she shouldn’t want him. He knows he shouldn’t want her. That only makes it better.
This is a story of reversed power, raw attraction, and a line crossed on purpose-a confident older woman, a young man eager to prove himself, and a day of work that turns into something neither of them will forget.
Sometimes the most dangerous jobs are the ones you say yes to.
Summary:
Matt, twenty years old. He’s doing landscaping work and hoping his business will take off. It’s not a very exciting job, but when he finds himself working at the home of his friend’s mother, and he finds out that she is recently divorced, things start to get a lot more interesting.
Lisa, early forties. She’s looking for some fun and a little bit of a hand around the house, and when the young stud comes knocking, she’s ready for things to get exciting!
Age gap, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, titty fucking, jerk off, and fingering.
Matt heard the alarm on his phone go off, telling him that it was time to get up for work.
He reached over and grabbed it, turning it off.
He didn’t need it to wake him up - he’d been awake for about an hour by this point anyway.
He kept thinking about his job and how it hadn’t really worked out the way that he had hoped that it would.
He was twenty years old and and he had seen his friends head off to college while he had decided that he was going to make his own way in the world.
In his mind, he had envisioned himself becoming a successful businessman, building an empire.
He had imagined that, when his friends left college, saddled with debts, he would already be sitting on a nice pile of money.
However, up to this point, it hadn’t worked out the way that he had hoped it would.
His friends all seemed to be having a great time at college - a lot of fun, from what he could gather - and he found himself feeling quite jealous of them. To add to that, the empire-building business was turning out to be a lot harder than he had anticipated.
Having looked around to see where he could make his money, he had decided that there was a gap in the market for a good landscaper.
He had thought that he would work out in gardens, get fit, and, eventually, when the business had grown a suitable amount, he would be able to start hiring more people to work for him so that he could take a back seat, being more of a supervisor and just watching the money roll in.
So far, however, business had been much slower than he had anticipated.
After some time, he had realized that starting a landscaping business as winter was starting might have been something of a mistake.
It was springtime now, though, and at least business was starting to pick up.
He told himself that it had just been a slight misstep in his business model, but things would sort themselves out now.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to start getting himself ready for the day.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was a good-looking guy, but he wasn’t arrogant about it. He acknowledged it - his success with women was a clear indication to him that they found him attractive, at the very least, but he didn’t let it go to his head.
He had a handsome face with good bone structure - a strong jawline and good symmetry. He had dark green eyes and an easy smile. His skin always seemed to have a healthy glow to it, no matter the season. He had slightly curly, light brown hair that was slightly overgrown.
He smiled at his reflection, a smile that lit up his whole face. Then, he stepped back to inspect himself.
What little work he’d actually had over the winter had certainly helped his physique.
He was tall and had always been quite well-built, but now he had bulked up more, with a powerful chest, large upper arm muscles, and a thick neck.
He was already looking forward to summer when he would be able to strip down to just his shorts and really show off his body.
As he looked at himself in the mirror, he pretended to pose, flexing his muscles. He liked the effect, but he felt slightly goofy doing it, and ended up laughing at himself.
He got in the shower and felt the hot water cascading over his body.
His mind started to wander. He found himself, not for the first time, thinking about Wendy.
Wendy was a girl he had been seeing before she had gone away to college.
He could still remember the good times that they’d had together, and sometimes he found himself thinking about them, going over those old memories.
She was a beautiful girl. She was the same age as him, and she had an incredible body. She was slightly below medium height, with a slim, athletic build. Her legs were toned, her ass was a tight little peach, her stomach was flat, and she had perfect, perky breasts.
Her face was round with dimpled cheeks, a small nose, almond-shaped, hazel eyes, and she had long, brown hair.
There was something about her that seemed almost innocent.
And yet, when she would smile with her cute little mouth, there was also something slightly wicked about her, something that would leave men wondering what secrets she might be hiding, what she would really be like if they could only get hold of her.
But for those men, it would always remain a mystery. She had been with Matt, and he had been the one who had seen just how naughty she could really be.
He remembered the first time he had really seen it.
They had been at the beach with a group of their friends for the day, and she had been driving him crazy.
They had been seeing one another for a couple of weeks by this point, and he already felt as though things were moving too slowly for his liking.
There had been plenty of moments where they had been kissing, where he had felt her body, his hands moving tentatively over her, wondering how far he dared to push it, when he had felt his cock, hard and throbbing in his pants, desperate for her.
There had been times when she had brushed against it, and he had wanted to tell her, to plead with her, to grab it, to give him the relief that he wanted so badly.
But it had remained in his pants, and he had returned home frustrated every time.
At the beach that day, she had looked incredible. She had shown up in a bikini, with scruffy denim hotpants on that she quickly discarded, giving him the full effect of her bikini.
Her body looked so tight, her breasts so firm and inviting. He looked at her shapely legs, and he wanted to be between them.
He felt frustrated and miserable for most of the day, wondering if he would ever get his chance.
However, later in the day, she had told him that she needed a lift back, that her ride had already left.
“What do you say? Want to take me for a ride?” she had looked at him suggestively then, and he was sure that there was some double meaning there.
He had told himself not to get too excited.
But when they got into his car, she had leaned over to kiss him, and he had reached over and put a hand on her bare waist, feeling her smooth skin, and then she had put one hand on one of his legs, moving it to the inside of his thigh, and when it brushed against his cock, ever so slightly,
he had been sure that she felt it, sure that this move had been deliberate.
She pulled back from the kiss, but kept her hand where it was for a moment.
“You know,” she said, “my parents are out. I’ve got the whole house to myself. I don’t like to be alone, though. Maybe you can help me out with that.”
She stroked his face.
“I’m sure I can do something,” he said, trying to play it cool.
But when they pulled out into traffic, it was all that he could do to keep to the speed limit, to not blast his horn every time they got stuck behind anyone else.
He felt her take hold of one of his hands and place it on her upper leg. He moved his hand up and down it, marveling at the silky smoothness. His need to be between those legs was growing, and his cock was throbbing in his pants.
He kept glancing at her breast in the bikini top, trying to be subtle as he looked in the mirror.
Eventually, they got back to her place. There was no sign of her parents’ cars, the last fear that he’d been thinking about.
They got out of the car and she took his hand, leading him to the front door, inside the house, and then, at last, to her room, where she closed the door.
“So,” she said, looking at him.
“So,” he echoed. This was it, the moment of truth, the moment where he would have everything that he wanted.
He reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her to him. She let out a slight gasp of mock surprise.
He stroked her face, pushing some of her hair back behind her ear. Then, he leaned in to kiss her, a slow, passionate kiss, their tongues coming together.
She grabbed the back of his head with both of her hands, and then one of her hands slid down his back, down to his ass, grabbing hold of it.
His hands moved over the bare skin of her waist, wanting to feel more of her.
One of his hands then moved up to one of her breasts, taking hold of it through her bikini top, feeling that it was just as firm, just as wonderful, as he had imagined that it would be.
He stroked it and then massaged it gently. Her hand moved around from his ass and went beneath his top, feeling his muscles, and then it went down to the front of his pants. She grabbed hold of the hard bulge there and massaged it.